I burst out laughing. He doesn’t, though. His beautiful face is as serious as a heart attack.
He must be fucking with me. He has to be.
“You’re serious. I could tell you were a bad man, but I had no idea how bad you were.” I fold my arms across my chest.
I should be afraid of him, but I’m not. I have this odd fascination with him.
Standing so close to him is so dangerous because I have the urge to jump onto him and fuck him. The tension between us is so thick, and he can feel it too, which is why his eyes keep venturing to my breasts.
“I’m not your girl, and I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You don’t have a choice.”
He snatches me by the arm and grabs the suitcase, dragging me out my apartment and to a sleek car. He opens the passenger-side door and thrusts me inside before he straps my seat belt across my body and puts my suitcase in the back seat.
It’s crazy and barbaric for him to kidnap me and force me against my will, and yet it’s so, so hot. I know he’s not going to hurt me because if he wanted to, he would have already.
He slides into the driver’s seat and hits the Start button, and the engine hums to life.
“I could go to the cops about you kidnapping me.”
“Oh yeah? What exactly are you going to say, huh? A man you had a one-night stand with kidnapped you and took you to a safe place and gave you multiple orgasms?” He shakes his head as he taps the blinkers and waits for pedestrians to cross the street. “Plus, I know a family who has connections with the cops. They aren’t going to do shit. Perks of being associated with the Vitali family.”
Of all the men I could have lost my virginity to, why did I pick someone crazy?
An hour later, we arrived at his penthouse. I can’t believe I allowed him to take me away from my home, but there isn’t much I can do. I could fight him, but deep down, a part of me wants to be around him. He grabs my bag and tips the bellboy, and we head into the elevator.
“I’ll stay with you for a few weeks, but after that, I’m going home.”
“You’re not going back to that dump,” he snaps.
“You can’t decide where I stay. I’m not your responsibility.”
“You are.”
If he wants to have the last word, then he can have it. I’m not going to fight him.
Once we’re in the penthouse, I follow him to the bedroom and sit down. He rolls my suitcase into a small room. I get up and follow him to what appears to be the walk-in closet.
“Your stuff goes on the left side. My maids will unpack your belongings for you.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “Have you eaten?”
“Yes, I had a candy bar from the coffee shop inside the bookstore.”
“You need to eat a proper meal. My chef will prepare us dinner in a little bit.”
“What’s your plans for me anyways? To keep me locked up here and be your little slut? Because I will not be anyone’s fuck toy.”
He yanks me close to him, and my hard nipples brush against his chest, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’m not keeping you here to fuck.”
“Then why am I here?” I demand.
His eyes snag onto mine for several moments. “Because you’re mine.”
Viper
Ican’t believe she’s in my space, and I can’t believe she’s all mine. Mine. I’ve never done anything like this—demand someone to be with me—nor have I’ve been fixated on someone the way I am with her. Being with her is dangerous because people can see her as a target to hurt me, but my impulsiveness gets the best of me sometimes.
She’s quiet, thinking. I hope I didn’t scare her too much. Most women are scared of me when I tell them what I do for a living, and normally, I don’t tell them about my job until after a year.
